Shepard looked in the mirror of the ladies restroom on the crew deck to check her hair and makeup. It was finally her birthday, and Thane had banned her from her quarters in preparation for something extra special he had planned. It was honestly driving her quite nuts with curiosity and anticipation.
It wasn't just the surprise that was stressing her out, something was also amiss with the crew. Garrus in particular had been acting especially strange. Whenever they were in the same room he seemed flustered and distracted. She had caught watching her with an intense look in his eyes several times in the past week alone. To be honest, while it was flattering, her own once buried feelings for him were beginning to stir and the consequences for her and Thane were beginning to concern her.
Thane on the other hand had been more or less his usual self. Perhaps a little more secretive, but that didn't seem all that unusual because of her birthday. Still, she couldn't help but wonder just what Thane was up to... Her heart began to race as the long awaited ping sounded Thane's readiness. She tossed her head a bit and flashed the mirror a practice smile, watching as her crimson locks waved prettily. It was time...
The strappy new black stilettos that wound their way up her calves clicked garishly as she walked down the empty corridors. She already felt self conscious in the tight fitting emerald green dress Kasumi had picked out for her. She could feel her chest bouncing conspicuously as she made her way into the elevator, punching the button for the loft and leaning back against the wall. Why the fuck was this elevator so incredibly slow?
Finally, the elevator stopped and the door opened and Shepard gasped as the door slid open to reveal what looked like an exotic desert. The cold, impersonal metal walls had been concealed, draped with beautiful tapestries that stretched all the way from the ceiling to the collection of exceptionally soft carpets that covered floor. The two pillows that usually topped her bed was had been replaced with a plethora of brightly colored cushions. She inhaled deeply as the wonderful yet understated scent of incense wafted towards her from among the many lighted candles scattered throughout the room.
Amidst all the finery stood the assassin, robed in black, standing barefoot by the vents as they blew warm, dry air into the her now comfortably arid quarters. As if she was not already floored by the scope of his preparations, Thane gestured at someone in the shadows. Slowly, tentatively, they stepped forward. Suddenly Shepard was face to face with a very tall, very striking turian holding a bouquet of beautiful and exotic flowers